Back in the hall, Elias moved quickly and quietly, his mind racing. He had to stop the guards from going through with their plan. But more importantly, he had to protect Prince Aedric.
The ghost floated beside him, her expression urging him onward.
"Don't worry," Elias whispered to her. "I'm not about to let them win."
He had been reluctant to get involved in palace politics, but this was different. Prince Aedric's life was in danger, and Elias couldn't stand by and do nothing.
He was going to make sure the truth came out.
And if the guards thought they could frame him, they were about to find out just how wrong they were.
The halls of the Imperial Palace were eerily quiet, bathed in dim torchlight that flickered along the marble walls.
Elias moved swiftly yet carefully, his footsteps muffled by the plush red carpets. The ghosts that roamed the palace had become his silent allies, floating ahead of him to scout the guards' positions and alert him to any approaching danger.
